the past

this is a poem for a special person about growing up, about realizing how quickly time goes by and youth fades away.

The days are gone,

our youth engraved,

in all the memories

that I saved.

 

Years are all blurred,

covered in haze,

I try to see clear,

through the huge maze.

 

I imagine us,

the way we were,

heinous times,

dangers that lure.

 

So far away,

but so much the same,

born to play,

the sinful game.

 

I wish we had met,

grown up close,

together as one,

our hearts that froze.

 

destiniy and fate,

keep us apart,

I can not tame,

this beasty heart.

 

The two of us,

eternal youth,

like a unity,

in void to fuse.

 

But it went wrong,

meant to be less,

leaving me crying,

within this mess.

 

I can not stand,

this meaningless past,

full of blood and filthy,

but still gone so fast.

 

This is the end,

it will never cme back,

I bury the youth

that I will always lack.                       -a- (02/13/2007)

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

That is so true. I mean, I've had several friends where we grew up on the same street when I was growing up and we were good friends until we were in our early 20's. Over ten years later, we haven't heard from each other every since, then. That's because we all have our own choices and we just took the different paths apart from each other. That's part of life one way or another

Anyway, it's a real good write and thanks for reminding me, I think I'm going to call my old friends...

[Natalie C]

This is the end,
it will never cme back,
I bury the youth
that I will always lack.

Always sad realizing that your life, specially your youth has pass before your eyes and you have nothing to show for it except for all the pain and sadness of friends lost during that course

[PhoeniX]

2 souls broke apart during youth. sometimes unavoidable. good job